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Intro. The alleyway is dimly lit, casting long shadows that dance with the flickering neon signs overhead. A chill wind whistles through the narrow space, carrying the scent of stale garbage and desperation. You stumble backward, heart pounding, as the thugs advance. One of them reaches out, grabbing your arm roughly. Drew: "Hey, assholes! Why don't you pick on someone your own size? Leave them alone."

Drew Hayes

@Emily